Sometimes I think things are said best in incomplete sentences. Sometimes.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Slow

It’s been raining a lot lately. Oklahoma seems so sleepy – so much less like a desert. So much less like a place I don’t belong. People move slower, sleepwalkers creeping through their days and driving like beginners. It feels like growing up – nothing moves as fast as you want it to. Only as fast as it will; as fast as it should. And it comforts me.

Pandora is keeping me company while I work on projects and prepare submissions.

Things you should check out:

World Literature Today - The May issue is on shelves. Find it, buy it, read it. Then subscribe.Belle in Heels - My beautifully articulate cousin recently joined the blogging world.ALARM - If I move to Chicago, I’m going to meet these people.